I wrote this poem/ song a few days ago, but after hearing a sermon on margins found here http://www.liquidchurch.org/ I think it has new meaning that never even occurred to me. I was picturing this as the person doing the helping, but if I place myself in the opposite role, I find I still fit - all too well.
Sometimes I Find My Heart Heavy
Sometimes I find my heart heavy
For I don’t know how to reach you,
If you don’t reach out to me,
Then I don’t know what you need from me.
I can take no steps
If I don’t know where to find you.
It’s like shouting into dark and hearing nothing.
Only to find out sometime later
You were there the whole time
Bound and gagged by helplessness.
Close enough to touch by hand
But far away in mind and spirit
Therefore, far beyond my reach.
Tell me, how can I reach you?
Is there some middle ground we can safely tread
To cross the distance that lies between us?
Sometimes I find my heart heavy
For I don’t know how to reach you,
If you don’t reach out to me,
Then I don’t know what you need from me.
